a study toward sonnet #144 by Fisher KingKQJ
in A flat
So you tread by my side
The green and ebbing waves.
I hold back on my pride
As we're slaves among slaves.
Your wet seagrape crown,
My pendant bottle glass!
Cracked dry seashells worn down,
Two wet windsurfers pass.
And windy gripes complained
To twisters of sand reduce,
Hot air roundly ingrained
By crises worn with use.
Our vows are now remade
In offwhite toitoi shade.
{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}
Our vows are now remade.
Our vows are now recreated.
Our vows are now reproduced.